Hardy was just leaving his office to go downstairs and have another chat with Masters about the program Cassy Levin was working on when his phone rang. It was Roger Adams.
“You’ve got trouble coming your way, Butch.”
“Tell me that you’re keeping Whalen overnight like I asked.”
“The guy’s boss is pals with Mayor Young, who called Voight, who ordered me to release the bastard. I told the prick to stay away from you, but he said his first stop was the bank.”
Hardy was thinking fast. “How long ago was that?”
“Half hour.”
“Christ,” Hardy said and hung up.